What's the most dangerous thing you have survived?

[AbsentmindedWoman]

Curious about all kinds of narrow squeaks, really. I find it fascinating because they can be dramatic or terrifying like a car accident or being held up at knifepoint, or something that happens in the blink of an eye and death/ serious damage is averted thanks to sheer good luck! I seem to have had a fair few of the latter experiences (falls off horses, best friend pulling me out of the way of a bus by a hair's breadth, etc) but no big event.

I love how tough human beings are and what we can survive. What's the maddest and baddest thing you have survived?

Hells Bells, this thread makes me realise how fragile life is 

PLANE CRASH??! Tell us more.

Take care, everyone.

Too many stories involving ex's though. Bastards.

Hope you're all living better lives without them. 

So many stories about abusive exes and pregnancy/childbirth that men would not have to endure.

It's threads like these that make me appreciate the women and the good men in my life.

Appendicitis, surgery kept being delayed due to other emergencies and when they eventually took it out it was black and about to rupture. I’m so grateful it didn’t or I probably wouldn’t have been able to have kids.
Nearly drowned in paddling pool when about 1.
Also came off raft when white water rafting and went down the next 3 rapids on my arse. Got picked up and guide told me I will lucky the crocodiles hadn’t got to me first!

A plane crash

Nearly drowning when I was about 6.

A terror attack.

HugePPH with DC1.
I remember getting DD out and then telling the midwife that I felt really unwell... She looked at me and said "what do you mean, you feel unwell?" I don't really remember answering her but suddenly an alarm was going off and I was being half carried to a bed into surgery. Poor DH was left with DD in the middle of a room absolutely covered in blood, he still maintains it was like a scene out of texas chainsaw massacre.

I remember being asked loads of questions and then being told to keep my eyes open but I felt so calm and peaceful, knowing that DD would be OK with DH and that I could die now.
The next thing I remember is being freezing cold, (I'd had four litres of blood pumped into me) and being moved to ICU.

Fucking scary really and in retrospect, it really affected my relationship with DD in the first year. I've never told anyone that I remember making a conscious decision to leave this life. I tell everyone I don't remember.
I'm so grateful to the midwife, had she not listened to me when I said I didn't feel well I wouldn't have survived. She was amazing

Placenta Praevia x
My husband survived a heart attack whilst we were in Belgium last week. Thank god for our EHiC cards!

Damn some of you are so lucky.

Mine aren't nearly as exciting. And all involve horse riding. Only broken one bone though and a fair few concussions.

Septic shock. I also remember the calm in my hospital bed.

and someone attacking me with a crowbar.

I had a PPH too, but in the recovery room post-CS. It had been ages since DH had his breakfast and all seemed to be well, so I sent him off to get his lunch & phone everyone. Then sat up and felt a gush, told midwife & next thing I knew there were about 15 people in the room. Unlike some PP on this thread, I didn’t ever think I would die but when it became clear it wasn’t stopping and they were rushing me back to theatre, I did ask the surgeon to leave my ovaries if they had to do an emergency hysterectomy. I didn’t want a medically induced menopause, as it had sent my mum totally batshit crazy. DH returned from the sandwich shop, opened the door to the recovery room to see me legs akimbo, horror movie blood everywhere and the team desperately trying to stop the building. He was definitely more freaked out than me - I was quite calm.

Bleeding, not building.

This isn’t as scary as some of the others here, but when I was 15, I went to London so I could go shopping on Oxford Street. I was a bit nervous around busy roads because my friend’s boyfriend had recently been hit and killed. We were trying to cross the big Oxford Circus junction, but because it was so busy, we couldn’t find a gap in the crowds to reach the crossing. Eventually I found a space, and because I was nervous about the road, I just shot across as fast as I could. What I hadn’t noticed, in all my stressing about finding a gap, was that the lights had changed and traffic was now driving through. I saw the flash of a black cab whizz past me and heard a woman behind me on the pavement scream. It didn’t hit me though and I played it off as if nothing had happened, even though my heart was thumping. My poor friend was horrified.

Had a near miss with the London Brodge attack, was at a bar over the river and was going to walk back to the station but friend persuaded me to stick around for another drink, if it hadn’t been for that glass of wine I’d have been caught up.

Other than that a couple of suicide attempts that I’m so, so pleased I made it through. Ten years this weekend since the last one and my life has changed beyond recognition.

Cancer

Attempted car jacking with DS (3) in the car. Had to drive straight at one of them and was prepared to kill them to protect DS. Did 90mph all the way home shaking the whole time. Luckily DS does not remember.

Escaping from an abusive relationship.

School trip to the Lake District 1990, I was 12. We were at the top of Scafell Pike and beginning our descent, was told not to go near a certain area but I tripped up, went rolling down the hill and couldn't stop. Ended up crashing into a big rock and lay there dazed and confused and the smallest lad in our class came to rescue me, I was a chubby kid so him rescuing me was funny.

Sad thing is he died in a car crash a few years ago, in his thirties :(
I've always believed he saved my life.

My ex was a nasty aggressive bastard at times. After we split and he took all his stuff, I came home one Saturday to find him in my garden taking the stone edgings from around the garden. I confronted him and I said I would call the police. I walked away from him and luckily out of the corner of my eye I saw the reflection of myself in the lounge window with him behind me with a massive piece of timber raised to smash it over my head. I skipped forward and rushed indoors and called the police. By the time they came he was long gone. That was the last time I saw him. I believe he would have killed me that day. He was the sort that had the red mist. Wanker!

I gut knocked over by a car on The Strand, opposite Charing Cross station when I was 17. My finger and my flute that I was carrying were run over, the rest of me got up and walked away. My finger was strapped for s couolenif weeks, my flute box protected my flute.

Another survivor of scoliosis surgery with one lung, there seem to be several of us! For the first surgery (3 in total) I nearly died in itu afterwards because I was bleeding heavily internally, but my sats didn't show it. By the time it was discovered they had literally minutes to get me back into surgery. I ended up having seven units of blood pumped into me in theatre and then had a chest drain in for three weeks. My mum and dad and then bf, now DH were told to say goodbye.

Pre eclampsia, attempted murder on me (x4 actually but hey who's counting!), got hit by a car and sustained a head injury literally forgot who I was for 2 days, 2 failed suicide attempts when I was young, anaphylaxis twice, jumped out of a moving car to avoid being kidnapped more than once, drugs overdose and 2nd and 3rd degree burns in my youth, a few grand mal seizures, oh and I ate a salad at Macdonalds last week...

Literally amazed I am still alive. Some of it inflicted by others, some of it self inflicted, some of it health related. I genuinely thought I would be dead by the time I was 27. I very nearly was.

Oh my god @bumblebee. Attempted murder x4. Is that the same person who kept trying? Kidnapped x2. You should write a book!

Drowning incident - when they pulled me out the water my heart had stopped. House fire - started in apartment adjacent to mine. Terrifying how fast it spread. Gunman - came into my work.